~Ymir stepped out from her home, her very unusual attire drawing the attention of more than one citizen passing by, a lot more men than women. Of course at this point she had grown beyond accepting the look, embracing it was what made her combat style so unique.The ability to lead one astray with the promise of love or pleasure was one of the fastest ways to lower someone's guard and slip in.
She ran her hand through her long hair and whipping it around. A long night wouldn't begin to describe the time she just had. Of course, her social life and work were two different things. She knew when to pack it in and get something done. With a quick turn on her heeled boot she started down the sidewalk, her hands cupped between her and a look of relative happiness on her face. It was a nice enough day at least, maybe she'd get something done.
...Or she'd take the day off and find someone to
play with.
~
